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Grauken. Marika was startled to hear the word roll off a silth tongue.
"I do not believe they bear tidings of the fall of Critza, mistress. They did
not look dispossessed. They just look exhausted and distressed." She did not
put much force into her statement. She was being extremely careful with Gorry
these days. And striving to build goodwill among the other sisters.
Gibany returned. "We are to report to the hall. We will hear what the males
have to say. Nothing will be decided till they have spoken."
II
The leader of the tradermales, who made Marika so uneasy, called himself
Bagnel. He was known to some of the sisters. He had spoken for his packfast
before, though Marika did not recall having ever seen him anywhere but in that
far clearing.
Another lesson: pay attention to everything happening. There was no telling
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what might become important in later days.
Bagnel's history of dealing with silth had led to his selection as leader of
his mission.
"There were seven of us who left Critza," he said, after explaining his
circumstances. "Myself and our six strongest, best fighters. Nomads caught our
wind immediately, though we followed your own example and traveled by night.
Four of us fell along the way, exhausted, and were taken by savages. We could
not stop to help."
Gorry made nasty remarks about males and was ignored by all but a small
minority of the assembled sisters. Clever Bagnel had placed a debt upon Akard
with his opening remarks. He implied that the news he carried was worth four
of his brethren's lives.
"Go on," the senior told him. "Gorry. Restrain yourself."
Marika stood behind her instructress, as was proper, and was embarrassed for
her when she heard someone remark, "Old Gorry is getting senile." It was an
intimation that Gorry would not be taken seriously much longer. Though Marika
nursed her own black hatred, she felt for the old female.
"The journey took two days-"
"This is not relevant," the senior said. "If the tidings you bear are worthy,
we will be in your debt. We are not here to trade. Be direct."
"Very well. Four days ago the nomads attacked Critza again. We drove them off,
as we have before, but this time it was a close thing. They have acquired a
quantity of modern weapons. They caused us a number of casualties. Their
tactics, too, were more refined. Had they been more numerous the fortress
would have fallen."
The senior stirred impatiently, but allowed Bagnel to establish the
background. Silth exchanged troubled glances and subdued whispers. Marika felt
the fur on her spine stir, though she did not quite understand what was being
said.
Bagnel's gaze strayed her way several times while he spoke. That did nothing
to make her more comfortable.
"We took prisoners," Bagnel continued. "Among them were several huntresses of
standing. Upon questioning them we made several interesting discoveries. The
most important, from the viewpoint of the sisterhood here, was the unmasking
of a plan for an attack upon Akard."
That caused a stir, and considerable amusement. Attack Akard? Savages? That
was a joke. The nomads would be slaughtered in droves.
"One of those prisoners had been in on the planning. We obtained all the
details she knew." Bagnel drew a fat roll of hide from within his coat. He
stripped the skin away to reveal a sheaf of papers. "The master directed that
a copy of her testimony be given you." He offered the papers to the senior.
"You appear to take this more seriously than seems warranted," Senior Koenic
said. "Here we are in no danger from savages, come they singly or in all the
hordes of the north."
"That is not true, Senior. And that is why we risked seven fighters sorely
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needed at Critza. Not only have the nomads acquired modern weapons; they are
convinced that they can neutralize most of your power. They have both silth
and wehrlen with them and those will participate in the attack. So our
informant told us. And she was incapable of invention at the time."
Bagnel's gaze strayed to Marika. To her consternation, she found she was
unable to meet his eye.
From the reaction of the silth around her, Marika judged that what Bagnel had
described was possible. The sisters were very disturbed. She heard the name
"Serke" whispered repeatedly, often with a pejorative attached.
Senior Koenic struck the floor three times with the butt of her staff of
office. Absolute silence filled the hall. "I will have order here," the senior
said. "Order. Are we rowdy packsteaders?" She began to read the papers the
tradermales had given her. Her teeth showed ever more as she proceeded. Black
anger smoldered behind her eyes.
She lifted her gaze. "You are correct, tradermale. The thing they propose is
hideous, but it is possible-assuming they surprised us. You have blessed us.
We owe you a great deal. And the Reugge do not forget their debts."
Bagnel made gestures of gratitude and obeisance Marika suspected to be more
diplomatic than genuine. He said, "If this is the true feeling of the Akard
senior, the Critza master would present a small request."
"Speak."
"There is equally a master plan for the capture of Critza. And it will work
even though we know about it. Unless... "
"Ah. You did not bring us this dark news out of love." The senior's voice was
edged with a brittle sarcasm.
It did not touch the messenger. "The master suggests that you might find it in
the Reugge interest to help sustain at least one other civilized stronghold
here in the Ponath."
"That may be true. It may not be. To the point, trader."
"As you will, Senior." Bagnel's gaze strayed to Marika once again. "The master
has asked that two or three sisters, preferably dark-siders, be sent to help
Critza repel the expected attack. They would not be at great risk, as the
nomads would not expect their presence. The master feels that, should the
nomads suffer massive defeats at both fortresses in rapid succession, they
will harass us no further. At least for this winter. Their own dead will
sustain them through the season."
Marika shuddered.
The evidence had been undeniable in the packsteads she had seen last summer.
The nomads had let the grauken come in and become a working member of their
society. Whatever had shattered the old pack structure and driven them into
hording up had changed much more than that.
"Your master thinks well. For a male. He may be correct. Presuming these
papers carry the whole story." A hint of a question lurked around the edges of
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